the guitar

chris is playing the guitar (i'd say he is the next carlos santana) and prez is passed out (loser). we lost the matches box and cant find the lighter for the stove therefore we can't eat the eggs that we bought. damn. tonight was quite the adventure. nothing of any value really happened. i guess that doesn't make it much of an adventure. we played some games and met a guy from kansas. he was really boring. i guess thats what you get for being from kansas. his friend made fun of us for having accents. minnesotans stand out down here. they had an open bar at this one place called la loft. all they served was rum and cokes. little did they know that's what i love. chris yelled at a bunch of people on the street and i thought we were going to have to fight them but luckily the security guards would not let them in. ha. on the walk back chris wanted to get pizza but it was too expensive so we just ate some leftover rice, beans and bread. prez went to bed. the office is on tv right now and i'm guessing i'm the only one still up in the hostel since its 3:30 am. wake up call is 9 am for a run on the beach and then more surfing tomorrow. time to go to bed.


love to all,
luke